Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.